Like You (Remus Lupin X Reader X Sirius Black X James Potter)

Change - Sheldon Cooper

Pairing: Sheldon Cooper x Reader

Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Leonard Hofstadter, Howard Wolowitz, Raj Koothrappali

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 605

Author: Hannah

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Trying to make a point to my father.

hi! can you write a cutesy blurb with poly!marauders x reader (platonic if you are not comfortable with poly)

where there is beautiful weather and they spend time outdoors, maybe having a picnic and overall with this warm, fuzzy feeling🥺

sorry for my english:(

thank you for this request, lovely! i’ve never written a poly relationship so i hope i did this justice and you like it xx

James Potter x Remus Lupin x Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

cw: polyamory, defiant Remus, like one swear word, bit of kisses, whole lot of fluff

word count: 1.2k

School was out and you finally got to see your boys after weeks without them. It was a warm July day, the perfect day for a picnic. James's mother was kind enough to pack the four of you a picnic basket, filled to the brim with all of your favourite drinks and foods.

The four of you had just left Potter Manor, Sirius with a blanket in hand, James carrying the wicker basket and Remus with a book tucked under his arm, the other linked with yours.

"How much further, Prongs," Sirius whined. "We've been walking for at least an hour."

"Not an hour, Pads. Fifteen minutes. I told you, it's half a mile."

"Yeah? Well, I'm getting tired, and so is y/n. Look at her," he grinned.

"What are you talking about?" You laughed. "I'm fi—" You got interrupted as Sirius scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulder and you squealed.

"Take this, Moony." Sirius threw Remus the blanket.

"Padfoot! Put me down!"

You were wearing a sundress and you were sure that the light breeze was going to lift your skirt and flash someone.

"C'mon, pup. Lemme have some fun." Sirius ran as best as he could while holding you. "Where to, James?" He called out.

"Just over that bridge," he yelled back.

Sirius started his trek, running to the bridge.

"Sirius, I swear. If you don't put me down right now I'm gonna puke. You know I have a sensitive stomach," you grumbled.

Sirius didn't answer, instead, he continued walking and then flipped your body back so you were in his arms bridal style. He grinned. "Did'ya enjoy the ride?"

"No," you said defiantly. He pouted. "Okay, maybe a bit."

"Good," he smiled.

He lay you down gently onto the grass and kissed you softly.

"Oi," you pulled back from Sirius and saw James and Remus walking towards the two of you, James's arm around Remus's waist. "Time to eat, babies." James grinned.

Remus set the blanket down and you took the basket from James. The four of you sat around the food, passing it around. You started with cucumber sandwiches and coffee (which Moony insisted was the only drink to bring) and when you were done, you looked into the basket for dessert.

"Moony," you gasped. "Look what we have."

You revealed a container of melted chocolate and strawberries. You took it upon yourself and dipped a strawberry in chocolate and passed it to Remus.

"No thanks, just the chocolate for me," he smiled.

"I'll take it, then." James grinned and snatched the chocolate-covered strawberry out of your hand.

"Just chocolate, then?" you asked, smirking. You dipped a finger in the chocolate and smeared it on Remus's chin. His eyes went wide.

"Don't waste the chocolate!" Remus exclaimed and Sirius laughed.

"I've gotchu, Moony. Don't worry." Sirius pulled Remus in by the collar of his T-shirt and licked the chocolate clean off his skin.

"Delicious," he grinned.

"Off, Padfoot," Remus chuckled sheepishly, putting a hand on Sirius's chest.

"All right, no more eating. Baby," James turned to you. "I told you all about the flowers, right? Let's go see 'em. It's just down the hill." He stood and grabbed your hand, hoisting you up.

"I'm coming too," Sirius announced.

"I have a book," Remus tucked it out of his back pocket. "You guys have fun."

Sirius shook his head. "C'mon, Moony. Come see the flowers with us!" He pleaded.

"In a bit," he said, his nose already buried in his book.

"Fine," Sirius huffed. He turned away and looked at you. "Let's go, then!" He took you and James by the hand and started running towards the flowers.

When you reached the bottom of the hill, your breath hitched. It was beautiful. The grass was filled with wild yellow flowers, there wasn't a spot in the field that wasn't yellow and it seemed to go on like that for miles.

"Oh, it's gorgeous," you said.

"Yep," James said. "Lay down with me."

He lay down, his arms and legs spread open as if he was making snow angels. You and Sirius curled in on either side of him, basking in the sun and looking up at the blue sky.

After a moment of admiring the sky, you sighed.

"This would be perfect if Remus were here."

Sirius looked over at you, then to James. "D'you want me to bring him?"

"If you can convince him," you smiled.

"All right, up ya get, Prongs. You're helping me." Sirius reached out a hand and hoisted James up.

"How am I gonna help?"

"Just c'mon," Sirius said. He was already hiking up the hill, James in tow.

You waited a few minutes, leaning on your hands, looking up at the clouds.

You were about to get up and check on the boys when you heard Remus, "Oi! What the fuck d'ya you're doing!"

The next thing you knew, Sirius and James were carrying an angry Remus down the hill. James holding him by his legs and Sirius carrying him by his underarms.

"We got 'im for you, y/n!" Sirius yelled.

"Thanks," you yelled back. "And thanks for coming Moony," you grinned.

Sirius and James plopped him down beside you. "Yeah, no problem," he grumbled, shoving James's leg.

"D'ya like the flowers, Rem?" you asked as James sat down cross-legged and Sirius plunked down onto his lap.

Remus seemed to have finally noticed he was sitting in a field of flowers. His eyes lit up and he plucked a flower out of the ground.

"Yeah, actually." He seemed mesmerized by the flower. "They're kinda pretty," he murmured.

You took the flower out of his hand and stuck it behind his ear. You grinned.

"Now, you're an even prettier boy than you were before, Moony." He blushed and laughed lightly. You lay down, the grass tickling your ears. "Lay on me, Remus."

He did. His head on your breast and his hand holding yours above his head.

"You too, ya goofs," you looked over at James and Sirius who were wrestling, trying to put petals in each other's hair. James grinned when he looked at you.

"Would ya like some flowers, m'lady," he teased. All you could do was smile before he and Sirius started sprinkling flowers in your hair.

When they were satisfied with the amount of decoration in your hair, they lay down. James cuddling in beside you, his nose nuzzling into your neck, and Sirius between your legs, his head resting on your stomach.

After some time, you looked over at Remus. His eyes were closed and his face completely relaxed. You couldn't tell if he was sleeping or just enjoying the sun.

You looked down at Sirius who was hugging your leg like a pillow and breathing deeply. You were sure he was sleeping.

Then you looked at James, his eyes were closed but when he sensed your eyes on him, he opened them and turned to you. He smiled softly.

"This is perfect," you whispered. "Thanks for bringing us."

"'Course baby. Anything for you guys," he murmured and kissed your nose.

You smiled and looked back up at the sky.

Today was perfect.

Idiot - Stiles Stilinski x gn!reader

Warnings: kissing, play fighting, major cliché coming-of-age teen movie vibes

Summary: You and Stiles have been best friends your entire lives, and you two having plans to study just so happened to be the turning point in that relationship.

A/N: I kind of hate this, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it when I found this gif.

Stiles had a tendency to blow out the speakers in his jeep whenever he had the chance, and you being his best friend, knew that more than anyone.

One of those times was happening at this exact moment, the both of you flying down the road after school, screaming to the music playing from his iPod and having the time of your lives. It took a few bumps from the bass for the speakers to go out, and Stiles was slamming his palms against the wheel and swearing under his breath.

“Stiles, it’s fine. You can just tweak them a bit like you usually do, and they’ll be fine again.” You said as you shut off his iPod, Stiles grumbling some more as he pulled into his driveway. “I know you’re right, but I don’t like it.” He replied, you laughing and opening the door to step out. “You’re so dramatic; come on, the econ exam is tomorrow and I haven’t the slightest clue what Coach has been spouting off in class.”

The two of you headed into Stiles’ house, Stiles pouting like a kicked puppy the entire way up the stairs and into his room. “Hey, is everything okay with Scott? He’s been acting really strange lately,” you ask, Stiles dropping his bag on the ground and sitting at his desk chair. “Yeah, just your typical teenage werewolf things. Derek isn’t helping anything either.” You hum, sitting on his bed and unzipping your bag to pull out your econ notes.

“Makes sense,” you reply, staring down at your notebook and trying your hardest to understand the gibberish sprawled across it. You groan, flopping backwards on his bad and pressing a pillow into your face. “Do me a favor,” you mumble through the fabric. You hear Stiles’s chuckle, one of the few sounds that can make your stomach erupt in butterflies. “What would that be?” He asked. “Smother me so I don’t have to endure another moment of economics.”

Stiles laughed, standing from his desk chair and plopping down on the bed next to you. You tried to ignore the way your heart raced at the feel of his leg brushing against yours. “Well considering my dad has caught me at multiple crime scenes the last few weeks, I don’t think I’m going to give him a reason to actually suspect me.” The pillow was pulled from your face and you were met with a light whack with it. You gasped playfully, sitting up and grabbing another pillow to hit him back.

“Hey now!” He laughed, holding his empty hand out in defense, your attack still going strong as he attempted to evade each whack. Suddenly, the pillow is ripped from your hands and both are dropped to the floor. You laugh loudly, gripping his wrists and shoving at him, Stiles’ smile radiating pure joy as he lightly pushed back.

He pulled back, your grip loosening enough for him to escape and grab your wrists in return. “Stiles, this isn’t fair!” You cackled as you pushed against his grip, Stiles scrunching his face and pushing back. You really should have known it was a bad idea, but you tried taking a step back to balance yourself, but your knee buckled and the both of you toppled onto the bed.

Of course, Stiles landed on top of you, and the both of your laughing ceased immediately. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you stared into his eyes, both of your breathing labored from the laughing and play-fighting that had occurred before. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” You whispered, worried because Stiles still hadn’t said anything. “D-Don’t be,” he whispered back, his eyes not leaving yours.

He wasn’t moving from his position on top of you, his hands still gripped around your wrists and pinning them lightly to the bed. He started to move, and your brain was in panic mode because this had never happened before, and you didn’t want him to move. Instead of moving off of you, he adjusted himself and rested his knee in between your legs.

“Stiles,” you whispered, noticing the way his eyes never left your face. “Y/N,” he whispered back, his eyes flickering to your lips for a split second. You couldn’t believe this was happening, the boy you’ve had the biggest crush on for your entire lives was hovering over you, breathing as heavily as you were, and stealing glimpses of your lips. “Kiss me,” you breathed, your voice almost completely inaudible.

He stared back down at you, his breath stuttering for just a moment before he leaned down and kissed you, his lips barely grazing yours in the process. When he pulled away, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “What?” He asked, a small smile forming on his face. “You call that a kiss?” You teased, Stiles biting his lip before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours firmly.

It was at this exact moment, you knew you were screwed. The way your body felt as if it were immediately bursting into flames wasn’t even the half of it. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and if you had any chance of getting your hands out of his tightening grip, you’d be gripping his hair so tight it’d probably hurt.

Finally, he pulled his hands from your wrists and placed one on your waist and the other on the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. You immediately gripped the back of his flannel and pulled him down. At this point, the two of you were pressed against each other, your lips never ceasing their movements. You gripped his shoulders and pushed, successfully flipping him onto his back and causing him to pull away from you as you straddled him.

He stared up at you, his eyes wide and lips swollen and slightly parted. “Truce?” he whispered, your laugh enveloping you in pure joy. “For being as smart as you are, Stilinksi, you’re kind of an idiot.” You said, Stiles grinning back up at you before sitting up and resting his hands on your hips. “Just shut up and kiss me, Y/N.” He replied, your heart beating the slightest bit faster as you leaned in and pressed your lips to his once more.

Detention

Marauders. Wolfstar mainly. 

Warnings: smoking, fighting 

Pure fluff

A/N I have been seriously lacking for ideas for these one shots so please please if you have ideas let me know cause I would love to write them. I'm trying to post some one shots  for many different fandoms such as Marauders, Harry Potter, Marvel, Six of Crows and Merlin so if you have ideas or requests for any one shots with characters in those fandoms I would be happy to write them! And I am happy to write x Reader as well! :)

"I hate you all," Remus grumbled, buried in one of his jumpers, leaning back in his uncomfortable and far too small chair.

"How were we supposed to know Professor Binns was going to be just around the corner!" Sirius defended, just as grouchy as the Lycanthrope.

"Come on guys, don't fight," Peter budged in, still half asleep.

"Yeah, none of us are happy to be here and arguing isn't going to help," James agreed.

The four teenage boys had been dragged out of bed and into an empty, old, small classroom for a Saturday Detention.

"Surely you should be more upset Prongs, you're missing the Quidditch game," Remus pointed out.

James groaned in response. "I know, this sucks,"

Sirius grumbled something to himself and turned away from them all.

"Something to say, Padfoot?" Remus asked condescendingly.

"Shut up, Remus, this was your idea as well it's not all my fault that we're stuck in here!"

"You're the one who didn't check the map when he was supposed to!" Remus stood up, the lack of sleep and the upcoming full moon doing nothing to keep in his temper. "If you had done your job none of us would be in here!"

"If you had used your stupid werewolf senses for any good you could have heard Professor Binns!"

"Alright!" James bellowed louder than the two. "That's enough! You're frightening poor Pete," indeed Peter was in the corner with his hands over his ears. "Now if you can't talk to each other with any compassion then be quiet and talk after you've both calmed down,"

James left no room for negotiation so Remus and Sirius turned away from each other, Remus reading and Sirius quietly muttering to himself.

The hours dragged by and the boys all cursed Professor Binns for making them stay in detention for three hours. At the end Peter was braiding Sirius' hair for practise, James was lying upside-down on his desk and Remus was still reading, curling himself up and ignoring all of them.

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When the third hour struck on the clock all the boys silently got up and walked out. James went to find the Quidditch team and ask them about the game, Sirius couldn't care less and went to the courtyard to smoke, Peter went after James and Remus went back to his dorm, curling up in his bed and reading again.

"James Potter where the hell were you?!" Marlene bellowed, upset with the Seeker.

"Detention," James replied sheepishly, not wanting to make her any madder. "How'd the game go?"

"Barter is not a good fill in Seeker, we lost by a long run," Marlene hit him up the head and kept walking with him, ruffling Peter's hair.

"Why'd you get a detention this time?"

"Got caught in a prank by Professor Binns," Peter sighed, all students knowing how strict Binns was. "Detention was horrible, three hours of Sirius and Remus sending each other harsh glares and arguing,"

Marlene gave him her sympathies, asking where both young lovers were now.

"Sirius is probably somewhere smoking, Remus is probably reading in the dorm or library,"

"Probably the dorm," James added. "He thinks the library is too crowded on weekends,"

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Sirius stepped on his finished cigarette, extinguishing the sparks. He sighed, running his hands over his face, feeling bad for the argument with Remus.

Remus heard the door open but didn't bother to look up to see who it is, assuming it was Peter.

He felt his bed sink down and started to turn his head. Before he saw who was on his bed, he felt two arms wrapping around him and soft kisses being pressed into his shoulder blades. He turned around and wrapped his arms around Sirius in turn.

"'M sorry, know the full moons making you antsy, should've been nicer," Sirius mumbled into his chest, pulling himself as close to Sirius as possible.

"It's okay, I shouldn't have snapped," Remus kissed Sirius' head.

They silently lazed there in each others arms, Sirius pressing kisses to Remus' chest and Remus kissing Sirius' head.

"What book are you reading?" Sirius asked quietly.

So Remus started off about his new book, talking about the characters and plot with deep thought and analysation. Sirius listened to every word, paying extra attention so he could discuss the book with him on another day closer to the full moon to distract him from the pain.

Remus slowly fell asleep, words about his new book turning into quiet mumbles.

Sirius smiled softly at his sleeping form, brushing his hair away from his face - which needed a cut - and kissing his cheek, laying there in his sleeping arms.

And when Peter and James walked in to check on Remus, they both knew to silently walk out and leave the two to their lazy afternoon, wrapped in each other.

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Maze runner ~ Boys reactions to you shouting at them in your native language ~

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Minho:

- Ok Minho loves your accent

- He secretly finds it very sexy

- However he knows 2 things, 1 you talk in native tongue when you see friends/family or 2 your mad as hell with him.

- When you mad...Damn you scary

- Minho just doesn't know how to handle you or your tongue

- Lets just say Minho won't be disobeying you again anytime soon

- Minho also thought you were always so sweet and soft well no. You proved him wrong yet again

- Minho would still make an effort to learn more about your language and culture.

- He gonna be ready for round 2

Newt:

- You practically never shout at Newt ever like in general

- You wouldn't shout at Newt because of Newt.

- He probably just heard you making a ruckus in the kitchen

- And came down like "what the hell the bloody hell is goin on down here?!"

- After he notices your upset he would come up and wrap his arms around you asking what wrong

- Its not uncommon for you to continue you speaking in your native tongue (not shouting of course) whilst Newt ill simply just sit a listen to your voice. He like the obscure sounds/words you speak/make.

- Don't be surprised if out of no where Newt starts whispering sweet nothings in your native tongue in your ear whilst you sleep.

- You admit its kinda funny when he doesn't pronounce things right, its bad enough that he already has his own accent.

Thomas:

- Thomas mimics you so much (not in a racist way)

- When you mad at Thomas which is quite a lot...Thomas simply just shout's made up words or what he thinks are frazes randomly in what he thinks is your native language.

- He knows it makes you laugh and he knows it defuses the situation

- You (shouting in native language)

- Thomas "Bonjour mon WEE WEE chicken"

- Yes Thomas will also shout words from other languages and then just chuck some English in.

- Its gotten to the point that you scared for your family to meet him

- There is no way in hell he's meeting your parents without taking some lessons.

- And even in lessons the only frazes he actually learns are "Great now we're all bloody inspired" and the swear words like shuck, clunk, slinthead, greenie ect.

Gally:

- Gally is intimidated!!!

- When you speak as fast as the flash when your made in native tongue. Your the equivalent of HOT TAMALE!

- And Gally ain't gonna mess with that!

- Yes Gally can be pushy but the last thing he's gonna do is push you.

- Its cause fo your fiery passion Gally respects you, he loves you and protects you.

- You taught him a lot!

- Things like he's not the top dog and he's not the toughest of them all!

- When you mad Gally just takes it, he won't question you or fight with you. He knows how that will end.

- But its all worth it late night when your cuddle up to his chest and speak with that beautiful accent he loves so much.

set my soul alight

summary: loki finally has you right where he wants you.

warnings: slight dubcon, very very nsfw. knife play, enemies to lovers because if you’ve ever spoken to me you know i’m about that shit. as always, don’t read if you’re under 18. 

A/N: okay this is like… almost pure filth i don’t even know what to say. but in honor of no nut november being over imma share what i finished writing the second i had an orgasm for the first time in a month. title from supermassive black hole (yes the one from twilight!!)

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You’ve done plenty of stupid things in your life. Chasing whiskey with wine coolers, texting back people you probably should have blocked – deciding that yes, working alongside the Avengers seemed like a perfectly reasonable career path for the rest of your life.

You could deal with the spies, the weapons dealers, the abandoned Hydra bases you’d raided for intel from time to time. You’d made peace with the fact that at any moment, you could be summoned for a mission you wouldn’t return from. And, well, it’s hard to regret your decision when it’s more than just walking the line between life and death. It’s the bonds you make with your teammates, the lifelong friendships you know will last with people that leap into the abyss right alongside you.

Oslo, Norway. It was supposed to be simple. You weren’t supposed to get caught. Taken. The question of how you got here is unnecessary, simply chalking it up to just another ill-advised decision you’d make in your life. If it lasts.

The God of Mischief stands before you, clear blue eyes raking over your bound form as he observes you. Your wrists are tied up above your head by what feels like silk, your ankles tied with the same material, bound to what feels like a post attached to a wooden beam. You’re upright, head lolling around on your shoulders as you rouse into consciousness. You become extremely aware of the fact that you’re still in the jeans and top you were wearing while you were supposed to be undercover earlier. Undetectable. So much for that.

“You’re awake.” Loki remarks, taking a calculated step towards you. No shit, you think. You drink him in, clad in an all black suit with his hair brushing the tops of his shoulders. He’s still disarmingly attractive, which is an in-fucking-convenient thought for you to be having considering he’d kidnapped you about – from what you can assume by the absent sun outside the window to your left – one or two hours ago. “Good. I’ve missed you, darling.”

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Could you possibly write about y/n calling Sebastian 'Daddy' for the first time and his reaction.

*clears throat*

OKAY

I'm thinking it'll be after a heated argument, which you took too far. And now you're trying to win back your grumpy boyfriend.

You follow him around the house, apologizing incessantly.

"Sebbyyyy, I'm so sorry. I know I overreacted, I trust you completely and I know you'd never cheat on me, just-"

He'd give you a glare which spoke volumes. And it'd shut you up.

But not for long

When he'd walk out of a room, you'd follow his footsteps like a lost puppy.

You knew he usually wouldn't be able to resist you for long. But today was a bit much.

He had managed to completely ignore you for almost 3 whole hours now.

And you were upset, and very, very ashamed of your behavior. And the silent treatment was killing you.

You walked lazily over to where Sebastian was; in his study, sat on a couch and going through a script.

You plopped down on the couch next to him.

You were wearing one of his hoodies, and he usually would not stop telling you how much they suited you better than they did him but today, he wouldn't even spare you a glance.

"Seb?"

Nothing.

"Sebby" you whined like a spoilt child.

Still nothing.

"Daddy come on! I said I was sorry" you whined again tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.

And the words which left your mouth shocked both him and you.

But especially him

He raised an eyebrow at you, finally looking up from the script in his hands.

"What did you call me?" there was an unfamiliar tone lacing his words. Almost playful but stern at the same time.

He sounded like he was mocking you, and seemed to like every second of it.

"I- uh... Nothing. Are you done being mad at me now?" you asked, worried that he might think you were being too childish.

The stern look didn't leave his face as he pulled you onto his lap quite harshly.

"No. Not quite. Now answer me, what did you call me just now?" you had never heard him use this voice before.

He stared deep into your eyes as though daring you to defy him again.

You didn't answer him. You were too shy to repeat it again.

"Alright then, have it your way" he spoke and manhandled your body in such a way that he had you lay over his lap, with your ass in the air.

He moved the hoodie, exposing your butt and he very briefly caressed your skin before you felt him smack your ass cheek.

Hard.

You cried out. Not out of pain, but surprise.

A twisted part of you liked it, but you would never tell him that.

"I'm gonna ask you again, baby. What did you call me?" he sounded so dangerous but so hot...

Smack!

You simply whined again instead of replying.

Smack!

This time it hurt. And you finally spoke up.

"Daddy! I called you daddy. I'm sorry, Seb. I just-"

He cut you off by pulling you up and settling you on his lap; making you straddle his thighs.

He didn't seem to mind it one bit, in fact, he seemed rather intrigued.

"You've been bad today, baby. Daddy's upset that you'd even dare to think that he'll ever cheat on you" he spoke, while his hand caressed your red butt.

Something about how Seb referred to himself as "daddy" turned you on immensely.

You looked at him with curiosity; eager to find out where he'd take this.

He was much more dominant in bed that night. He had you begging, pleading him just to let you come

He liked how you surrendered completely.

He bloody loved it.

Many things changed after that day.

He wasn't weirded out by it or anything, in fact, he quite liked it.

He liked being your big, strong man who could care for you like no one else ever could.

Seb was quite a gentle lover, yet the moment you'd call him 'daddy', he'd switch immediately.

It could be anywhere; at home while you would be lounging around.

Or during sex

Or while on the phone when he was away.

He'd go into "daddy mode" whenever you'd like him to.

Or, whenever you were acting up and being a brat.

He'd use his hand to pin you down on the bed or against the wall.

"Why do I even put up with you, huh? Why are you being so fucking difficult today, baby?" he'd ask on days when you were being too bratty.

Then you'd smirk and tell him that all you wanted was his attention.

"Yeah? Well then, work for it"

He'd point to the ground, in between his legs where he'd want you to kneel and take his cock into your mouth and show him that you even deserved his full attention.

Seb would be the best daddy to you.

He'd know when to push your limits and when not to.

He'd know when he could edge you for hours.

And when he could fuck you to sleep.

On days when you were particularly good, he'd even let you sleep with his cock buried deep in you

"You've been a good girl today, baby. You get to keep daddy's cock warm all night. You'd like that?"

And you'd nod a bit too quickly.

Then the following morning you'd wake up feeling tingly because daddy would be slow fucking you until you woke up.

Daddy Seb had a way of making you feel filthy and special at the same time...

He'd look you dead in the eyes, with his hand wrapped around your throat, while he made you come over and over around his cock

He took immense pleasure in making you cum for him multiple times in one night.

He would flick his tongue over your clit until you were shaking under him.

He'd always have to touch you when he was in the mood.

Dirty talk with daddy Seb? YES

"You like being on your knees and showing daddy how much you deserve to be fucked all night long, don't you baby?"

"Here, suck on daddy's fingers while he eats you out, yeah? That'll keep you quiet"

"Look at you, always so fucking ready for my cock"

"Your body is fucking shaking, baby. Is it because of me?"

"Did you ask for permission before you cum?"

"Swallow it all, baby. Show me you're daddy's good girl"

Sure, you didn't need him to be in "Daddy mode" all the time.

But on some days, he needed it more than you did

You could tell when he needed to let off some steam. And you were more than happy to be his little girl whenever he needed you to.

OMG could you imagine him switching from Sebby to Daddy in the middle of a heated discussion?? Because i CAN?

You'd be telling him off for being too jealous or possessive for whatever reason

And he'd suddenly give you this very stern look

"...you need to get your shit under-"

He'd cut you off by gripping your jaw in his strong hand and forcing you to shut up and look up at him.

"I fucking dare you to complete that sentence, babygirl"

And you'd immediately forget what the fuck you were saying in the first place.

Spanks... When you were naughty. Or nice.

He didn't care, he simply liked seeing his handprint on your butt.

He'd grab your butt, and pinch it all while giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Ohh, aftercare with Daddy Seb?

He'd be the most gentle boyfriend after an intense play time

He'd run you a bath and would carry you to the tub and back to bed if you were too tired to walk

He'd kiss every inch of your body

And rub lotion on your sore skin

He'd tell you how good you had been and just how much he loves you

"I'm sorry baby, was it too much? Was I-"

Then you'd cut him off

"Shh, no. Hey, you were perfect. Thank you, I love you."

A/N: I'm sorry Anon, you were saying...

Maze runner Reactions Badass Reader

Reader - A badass girl who can look after herself and doesn’t need anyone. Your skilled in combat and have exceptionally good reflex’s. You have spent about 3 months in the Maze and its your first time meeting actual people.

Glader’s Reactions

Gally: She can think what ever the shucking hell she likes but we have rules here and she will obey them just like everyone else. I don’t trust her, not a chance and i dont know if I believe this la la story about staying in the the maze for 3 months.

Newt: Well i honestly kinda like her..she’s very different from the rest of us kinda like Thomas but more mysterious and wild. I can see she’s quite hard to tame, she definitely doesn’t like being told what to do. Ha ha ha...we ultimately had to throw her in the Slammer for a month..but it was all worth it.

Minho: God that girl makes grievers easy to handle, it was bad enough when me and Ben had to drag her back into the glade by force. She kicked Ben right i the face and elbowed me to the ribs. I’m not gonna lie i like a challenge and I’m defiantly not backing down from this one. Neither is Gally.

Thomas: I really admire the girl..not that i want t be thrown in the slammer as well. But i just really like her drive and passion it makes her seem powerful, invincible almost. I wonder ho she lasted so long in the maze and if she’s willing to teach me. I don’t see her as the wild girl that she is, she just wants her freedom and wants to live by her own rules which is fair enough.

Chuck: I think Ably and Gally are a bit harsh on her. Sure she was very violent and quite aggressive but that’s cause Gally pushed her over the edge. I remember approaching her when she was in the slammer she was very kind to me, she had a soft voice and did not threaten me at all. She told me her stories about the outside world beyond the maze and the battles she fought with the Grievers. I really enjoy her company and I’m happy she’s not the psycho everyone sorta makes her out to be.

Alby: Where do I even start, she’s a lot to handle in more ways then one. I can’t let her out of my sight cause she will make a dash for the maze, she wont do the work I assign her and she wont obey pretty much any of our rules and there are only 3! I don’t now I still have hope for her but its running short, maybe she really does belong to the Maze. Or maybe I’m not looking at the bigger picture.

Frypan: Huh the only things that really seems to calm her down is my cook she loves the steaks i cook and always wants them. All the interactions I have had with her aren’t actually bad,she always thanks me for my efforts and acknowledges that she loves my food. One time she actually snuck into the homestead and helped me with the cooking and cleaning She really isn’t a bad sort. I think Ably and Gally need to just give the girls chance and loosen up, see the word through her perspective.

Hey! Do you think you could do one where Derek Hale and the reader are watching a scary movie but the reader is scared/hates them? Thank you!

Warning: Derek Hale x reader; No warning, just fluff.

You and Derek were practically one in the same. You were both total badasses in front of people, but when it was just the two of you, you were almost completely different people. The world got to experience your hard act, but Derek saw you for all you were. Even behind the resting bitch face, you were incredible.

The one thing that both surprised and amazed him was your hatred for scary movies. It was just something about the way they would drag the horror out that got you. Your supernatural life consisted of horror and that never seemed to phase you.

Even when sometimes he wanted to be your protector, he was always amazed by how you could handle your own. You were so independent. It amazed Derek how you could take on the big bad world without any help from him, but you could not handle a little horror movie. He enjoyed it though. It was the one time you let him protect you.

He always took advantage of the moment considering it would be the only time you would let him. He would always smile, wrap you up in his strong arms, and hold you while you hide your face in his chest during the scenes you could not handle. When it was his turn to pick a movie for movie night, occasional he picked a scary movie, just to protect you.

You hated when he chose a horror movie, but eventually, you had caught onto what he was doing and simply let him have his moment. It made him happy and it kept you close to him.

"It's okay, baby. It's just a movie." He always reassured you while stroking your hair down and kissing your forehead.

"I don't know how people can watch these." You whimpered, the sound of the woman screaming in the movie filling the room.

Derek glanced at the TV, flinching slightly when the killer finally caught up to her. She was a goner. "I can cut it off if you want?" He offered.

You always considered taking him up on the offer, but you never rained on his parade.

"It's fine. I'll just stay like this." You smiled innocently as you wrapped your arms around his torso, snuggling close to him on the couch. He was such a teddy bear when it came to you.

He grinned to himself, kissing your head as he adjusted the blanket over the both of you and gave your body a gentle squeeze. "I won't let anyone get you." You rolled your eyes playfully at his tease. "I promise."